~{CLIFFORD'S POV}~
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By the time I turned, I found myself falling onto the bed with her on top of me.
"What do you think you're doing, hm?" She asked while giving me a suspicious look.
"You better get off me or I'll be sure to pull the trigger," I threatened and her eyes went wide when she looked down and found me pointing a gun at her abdomen.
Looking back at me, she smiled, "You can't possibly do that…"
"Try me." I challenged and she narrowed her eyes at me.
Currently, she was straddling me and I didn't like it one bit especially with the way she was looking.
When she didn't make a move to get off, I switched positions by turning her over before getting off her.
She began to laugh as she remained lying on the bed.
"See, you can't do it."
"Get out while I'm still being sane." I warned her.
